At the same time, on Paradise Island, in a dimly lit room.
A man in a black uniform, with a robust build, sat in front of a table. In front of him was a meticulously cooked steak, looking flavorful and appetizing, enough to make one's mouth water at first glance.
Slowly using a knife and fork, he cut a tender, juicy piece of beef and put it into his mouth, chewing it carefully. At the same time, he glanced at his subordinate standing beside him and said, "Prisoner No. 85 should have arrived in Lin'an City today, right?"
His voice was deep, giving a sense of steadiness.
"Yes, sir."
Upon hearing this, the subordinate beside him replied, "Prisoner No. 85 arrived in Lin'an City just this morning."
The subordinate's tone was full of humility, tinged with slight uneasiness, clearly very fearful of this man.
"Very good!"
Upon hearing this, the man put another piece of steak into his mouth and then said, "When do they plan to take action? You know I don't like waiting too long!"
